Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 8
Fuckmymouth!Imoan,andIbitedownonhim.Hegasps,andhepullsmyhairtighter,painfully,soIreleasehim.
“Naughty,sweetgirl,”hewhispers,andthenreachesovertothebedsidetableforafoilpacket.“Staystill,don’tmove,”heordersashereleasesmyhair.
HeripsthefoilwhileI’mbreathinghard,mybloodsinginginmyveins.Theanticipationisexhilarating.Heleansdown,hisweightonmeagain,andhegrabsmyhair,holdingmyheadimmobile.Icannotmove.I’menticinglyensnaredbyhim,andhe’spoisedandreadytotakemeoncemore.
“We’regoingtogorealslowthistime,Anastasia,”hebreathes.
Andslowlyheeasesintome,slowly,slowly,untilhe’sburiedinme.Stretching,filling,relentless.Igroanloudly.Itfeelsdeeperthistime,delectable.Igroanagain,andhedeliberatelycircleshishipsandpullsback,pausesabeat,andtheneaseshiswaybackin.Herepeatsthismotionagainandagain.It’sdrivingmeinsane—histeasing,deliberatelyslowthrusts,andtheintermittentfeelingoffullnessisoverwhelming.
“Youfeelsogood,”hegroans,andmyinsidesstarttoquiver.Hepullsbackandwaits.“Ohno,baby,notyet,”hemurmurs,andasthequiveringceases,hestartsthewholedeliciousprocessagain.
“Oh,please,”Ibeg.I’mnotsureIcantakemuchmore.Mybodyiswoundsotight,cravingrelease.
“Iwantyousore,baby,”hemurmurs,andhecontinueshissweet,leisurelytorment,backward,forward.“Everytimeyoumovetomorrow,IwantyoutoberemindedthatI’vebeenhere.Onlyme.Youaremine.”
Igroan.
